Tuesday, May 31, 2005

The truck is here....

I'm looking at my sweet house...so many memories here. I remember the day we found our house. Our Realtor told us "It can take up to 6 months to find a house..." We were in the car and were exhausted -- and had been looking all day. We sat in the street for a few moments and I can't remember who said -- lets just go look. We went inside and immediately we LOVED IT. Beautiful floors, the kitchen was fabulous, high ceilings and even a basement for my husband. (HE LOVES BASEMENTS) We stopped looking and made an offer. Mags learned to walk in that house...Molly drew masterpieces....we played...We love our neighbors...We grilled out...we had parties...Our friends and family came over. My husband brought me there when we first got married...so many moments.

I'm sad today. I know that our new house will hold many memories just like this one. But...well you know...its just not the same on this side of things. I know in my head that one day I'll bring my children by our house and say "That is mine and your Daddy's first house we bought..." and I won't be sad but the urge to go inside will be overwhelming. I know that the memories aren't in my house they are in my head -- and that I just take those with me. I know if my sister is reading this she is going to smack me and say "get over it"...

HA ok that made me laugh.

Remember: Its people that make memories...not things.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your kids will say that's great mommy, now can we go get some ice cream. :P

Pam said...

*SLAP!* Get over it sister! j/k
You know I love you.

A house is a house. Home is where your "people" are! :) The MOST IMPORTANT people are HERE! :)

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